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July 23, 2016
I see the stars illuminate the caves, the winding labyrinth I manipulate in secret to secure my legacy without pause or regret. It's the place I need to be, the place I can retreat to, place of my interment. How can I sum this place in words that have no pronunciation or spelling? These words I fumble for are the magic words I need when the sky closes and the earth opens, when the time is at hand, when nothing can stop the ending or the beginning. It will start again. It will end. I will be there, as always.